With a tender embrace

When Kevin had fallen asleep, Penny was at arm’s length. He woke up to a faceful of hair tickling his mouth and nose, and a well padded ass grinding against his morning wood.

The siren didn’t actually seem to be awake, or aware that she was doing it, either. After she had sung to him the night before, they’d wound up staying up for a few more hours talking before turning in for bed. It was large enough that they could have kept ten feet between them, but instead they had gravitated closer to the center—not touching, but comfortably near.

Penny seemed to have cuddly instincts, though, because her lush body was not only backed into his, it was undulating slowly as she slept. As tempted as he was to allow her to continue, the blonde singer had made it pretty clear the previous night that she intended to wait before jumping into sex.

With a series of slow and careful movements, Kevin dislodged himself from the siren and began to inch his way to the edge of the bed and dropped onto the lushly padded carpet below. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed that while Penny was still shifting slowly under the blankets she didn’t seem to be awake. He slipped into the bathroom to wash up before getting his start for the day—and maybe do something about his persistent erection.

To Kevin’s surprise, no sooner had he touched the shower’s control crystal than he felt an eerily familiar vibrating buzz from his left wrist. He cautiously pulled up his character sheet to discover a new section at the bottom, the glow of the gold text fading and rising to draw his attention.

(Elsie) Today’s upgrade: Message system. Only works at short distance, 25-word limit. Tess’ quest day, we’re downstairs. You need relief?

Kevin blinked. Then he recalled one of the three class abilities that Lily had given the young English woman—she could sense the needs of the party, including his own. He glanced down at his turgid length, then looked over his shoulder at the closed door with a sleeping Penny on the other side.

(Kevin) Yes, but Penny’s still sleeping in bed. Tess’ quest urgent? Going to shower. 10 minutes.

Eight minutes later, Kevin was just toweling himself dry when he heard the bathroom door open behind him. “Penny?”

“Not quite.” Even if he hadn’t recognized Elsie’s voice, her accent would have given her away. Kevin glanced over his shoulder at the English woman—despite the night they’d spent together, he still felt self-conscious about his bare form and turning to face her seemed out of the question.

To his surprise, the slender woman had already unfastened the bikini top of her outfit. Her face was aglow with a faint pink flush of embarrassment, but Kevin also couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s nipples were tightly crinkled and stiff despite the warmth of the bathroom. Elsie made no effort to hide herself from his gaze, and instead reached behind her back to unfasten the mini-skirt that was the lower half of her new attire. A moment later it—and whatever underwear she wore beneath it—slipped over her slender hips to reveal a small thatch of light brown hair between her legs.

Appeared naked in front of the DM: +10 HP (+20 base, -10 already awarded)

Compared to Hazel or Penny, Elsie’s figure was slender, her curves subtle, her hips slender, her breasts modest. Her blush showed that, despite Lily’s magic helping her adapt more quickly to her circumstances, she was still self-conscious about exposing herself to a man.

Yet, when Kevin felt his dick twitch insistently, the brownie all but ran forward, her feet nearly silent as she rushed to join him in the shower. “What–”

“Shh…” Soft skin pressed against Kevin’s back and slender arms wrapped around his waist as Elsie molded herself to him. Her left arm wrapped around his waist to hold him steady, while her right snaked down. Delicate fingers suddenly encircled his shaft and began to stroke softly as she added, “I told you, I want to take care of you. You need this. You need me…”

As much as Kevin wanted to tell Elsie that she didn’t need to do this, that she didn’t need to go this far, the feel of her hand as she began to pump his shaft was exquisite and the words died on his lips.

“Tess needs you today, but I don’t think she’s ready. I’d rather you take me—do whatever you need to do to get relief first, so that you can help her with a clear head.” Instead, as Elsie masturbated him from behind, the brownie’s quiet voice gently reminded him of the deal she had offered, of the request she had made.

“I–” Kevin didn’t even have to voice the request. Elsie’s fingers released his shaft and he turned in her arms. Facing her, he could feel his erection pressing up against her soft stomach, feel her smooth skin as she refused to back away. Instead, her head tilted back and he stared down into soft brown eyes set in an achingly sweet face. He leaned down and claimed her lips. Only when he had tasted her did he pull back enough to look at the door she’d come in through.

“We can use the bed if you want. Or if you want to get started, I can drop to my knees right here. Tess is waiting downstairs still, and Penny left when she let me in. How do you want me?”

Kevin was torn. He’d had more sex two nights ago than he had in the two years prior, but his night with Penny was apparently all the rest his body needed before it was ready to demand more. The urge to take Elsie into his bed and make use of the obviously eager woman was nearly overwhelming.

At the same time—he couldn’t just lock himself in his bedroom and ignore whatever it was Tess needed. He remembered what happened in some of the seasons of Harem Hotel where the Master was overly passive, and even if he spent the whole time having sex, Kevin didn’t think it would actually do him—or any of the other women in the party—any favors.

Again, he didn’t even need to say anything. Elsie dropped to her knees on the smooth stone of the bathroom, and heat engulfed the head of his dick. When Kevin looked down, he was met by the sight of the brownie’s wide eyes looking up at him as she took half of his cock between her lips and began to suck.

The night Elsie had first joined him in bed, at her behest he fucked her face. Thanks to one of the minor magical effects she could craft with Useful Little Tool, not only had her throat expanded to accommodate his dick—no matter how violently he’d thrust—it had converted whatever discomfort she would have felt into pleasure.

This time, Kevin was immobile as Elsie went to work. Rather than the rapid deep thrusts from before, the English girl’s soft lips and tongue did their best to lavish attention on the front half of his cock. Her right hand wrapped around the base of his shaft—both to hold him in place, and to squeeze down and maximize his pleasure—while her left gently cradled his balls.

But what pushed him over the edge within the span of a few minutes was the fact that no matter how her head bobbed in front of him, even as he felt the head of his dick rubbing against the back of her throat, Elsie’s wide brown eyes remained locked on his face.

‘This is for you.’ The only sounds that she could make were soft moans and slurps, but the words were loud and clear.

“I’m—I’m cumming!”

Elsie never faltered, even as Kevin felt his balls spasm and twitch. He watched as she did her best to swallow everything he had to offer, but eventually it was too much for her to contain. Sticky strings of seed spilled out from soft pink lips to drip down her slender neck as she continued to suck and stroke.

And then, just when the sensations were about to overwhelm him, she slowed. He watched her throat move as swallowed the last few spurts, then softly, lovingly, began to lick the head of his dick clean.

When Kevin exited the master’s suite, he found Tess outside waiting for him. The white-haired girl’s outfit was new, but what really surprised him was the fact that she looked excited about something.

The reactions of the women Lily had brought in to be his ‘party members’—as though that veneer of deniability could conceal the fact that she obviously intended him to sleep with all of them—had varied. Elsie had embraced her role, and judging by the satisfied look on her face as she licked his seed from her lips, she didn’t regret that decision. Stheno might not have cared about Kevin in particular, but she clearly found the reprieve from her curse to be a worthwhile reward for her participation.

The twenty-one year old Tess was not only the youngest woman here—young enough that Kevin felt guilty thinking of her in a sexual light, in fact—she was also one of the ones who had seemed least enthusiastic about the entire endeavor. She hadn’t been as vocal in her opposition as Hwa, but it was clear the college student felt out of her depth.

Seeing the somewhat nervous smile on her face brought Kevin a measure of relief he hadn’t realized he needed. “You seem cheerful! Is your quest something good, then?” He realized the problem a moment later when the smile was replaced with a look of confusion. “Right—I didn’t kiss Penny or Elsie. Do you, umm–”

He trailed off, but she got the message. Tess nodded once, and the two hesitantly stepped forward. The selkie was close enough in height to Kevin that neither needed to bend to do so, and a moment later their heads were tilted to the side as he tasted her lips for the first time. A moment later, he realized that kissing wasn’t his actual goal, and his tongue slipped into her mouth to slide against hers.

A minute or so later, he pulled back and somewhat breathlessly greeted, “Hi—um, I was asking if you were cheerful because you got a good quest this morning?”

Tess’ expression shifted rapidly, a flash of disappointment replaced by guilt, then hunger, and finally a quick nod as some of her enthusiasm returned. “Yes—look.” She held up her wrist with the quest pulled up for him to read.

Quest: Feats of Strength (Part 1)(Weekly Quest)

Objective: Travel to the fair ground and compete in the games. Take first at 5 events for 100 bonus GP. (0/1)

“Oh, nice! I should’ve thought about that—I almost always had some kind of festival event as an early way to get the party interacting with each other.”

“I asked at The Long Rest, the fair ground is just south of the city, outside the walls. Can we go? I–” Tess flashed a slightly embarrassed smile, “–I’ve always been a bit competitive, and the fact that I’ll get paid extra if I win is great.”

Kevin laughed. “Of course.” He gestured towards the passage heading towards the city streets. “After you!”

“Jennifer.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Your name is Jennifer.”

Penny received a nod from the green haired elf. “So you four are Summer, Autumn, Winter, and–”

“And Jennifer. Yes, ma’am.”

Penny shook her head, then turned to Hazel. “They’re skin and bones, what have you been feeding them?”

Before the nymph could answer, she was preempted by Blue darting forward and poking Autumn in the midsection lightly. The redheaded elf tried to shy away, but with the enhanced speed of the harpy’s transformation there was no chance of her evading the fingertip that found soft skin beneath tightly wrapped vines. “Is she tied up like that for fun?”

Thistle was Hazel’s second plant she had befriended after being granted the druid class, but the vine had taken a liking to Autumn. It shifted against her skin as it inched closer to Blue’s extended hand, which drew a soft moan from the elf’s lips and caused the harpy to jump back.

“Nope, that’s just Thistle for you.”

All four of the elves that Hazel brought with her to The Long Rest had adopted the druid’s mode of dress—or lack thereof. Just as with the voluptuous nymph, while they attracted the attention of the NPCs that frequented the tavern, no one had said anything to gainsay their fashion sense, however.

“You were able to teach them to control the vines like you?” Elsie’s eyes were bright as she studied the nymph’s disciples. Lily had mentioned that there were trainers scattered through the world if they wanted to seek out additional class abilities, and the corresponding transformations that would accompany them.

What she hadn’t mentioned was the possibility of recruiting and training NPCs as followers. It was a time honored tradition among tabletop gamers, though, and the brownie’s mind raced with the possibilities.

“Sure. I mean, mostly. I’m not a hundred percent sure it isn’t just the vines cooperating because they’re sweet on me, but it’s working out so far and I have high hopes for the future.”

“Fuck yeah, woo!”

Kevin watched as Tess pumped her fist in the air and whooped with joy as she paced back and forth in front of the podium.

She hopped up and down, and the skintight metallic silver bodysuit her armor had become when she had come in second at the first event—a shot put—behind a muscular six foot tall Dragonkin woman.

In her normal human form, she’d been too weak to beat the massive physique of the other woman, and about thirty seconds later she had decided to do something about that. As her competitive nature started to kick in she had started to grow. By the time they reached the next location—the start of an obstacle course—she towered over Kevin by a good six inches.

That didn’t quite put her tits at face level, but as massive as they had become it felt like it. The fact the her armor clung to her every muscle and highlighted her every curve he suddenly found it hard to look her in the eye. Kevin tried his best, but the young athlete simply let out a short laugh and stated, “I’ve been caught, huh?”

“It’s not exactly subtle. I, uhh—your flexible form, I take it?”

She flexed, and more than one of the crowd milling around them stopped to look. She seemed to relish the attention, with a grin broad grin spread across her face. “I look good, right?”

Kevin swallowed. He had seen her admiring herself in the mirror when he scried on her with Stheno, and he had to admit she was right. Tess looked incredible. With her height and muscular physique, she looked like an Amazon—though with the massive tits she was sporting, archery was probably off the table.

Since her now skin-tight armor could have been mistaken for a tracksuit, though, it came as little surprise to Kevin when the third event—the javelin throw—was even more of a blowout than the second. Tess’ time in the obstacle course had trimmed nearly ten seconds off the fastest time they had on record for the day—more than twice as much as the four and a half seconds that separated second from third.

The javelin throw was not only impressive for distance, but accuracy. Then she’d upped herself again at the next fair event, an axe toss, surprising even herself. She’d taken first easily—again—and had pumped her arms in celebration a few times as she paced back and forth and cheered, then turned and swept him into an embrace.

This time it was her tongue invading his mouth as she kissed him fiercely. He found himself too stunned to respond for a moment, only to suddenly realize that her body was pressed fully against him.

She pushed away a moment later and cheered again, laughing, as she pointed further down the grass-covered lane. “C’mon. That’s some kind of scavenger hunt thing that’s about to start. Let’s go!”

Kevin did his best to surreptitiously adjust the sudden erection he was sporting. The woman was young enough to be his daughter—assuming he’d had her at sixteen, granted, which wouldn’t exactly have been likely given the state of his love life at the age. Still, she was basically a kid, still, and the enthusiasm didn’t make her seem much older.

It’s not like I’m hurting her by kissing her, though, and chances are good we’re going to do more before Lily is done with us. I doubt the audience is going to be happy with restricting ourselves to making out. At least she seems to have come around to the point where she’s able to enjoy herself. I was worried after that first night that she was going to stay cooped up in her room the whole time.

Tess reached back and snagged Kevin’s hand, and he had **** but to jog alongside her to keep up with her long-legged strides.

“The rules of this event are simple. Hidden about the festival are seven trinkets. There’s a sheet of clues available on that table, feel free to help yourself to one. Whoever finds one of the trinkets is counted as a winner of the event, but if you can find the mithril or adamant trinket you win a special prize—an extra 100 GP for the mithril, and a magic item for the adamant.”

The speaker was a slender but surprisingly loud frog-faced man who was standing atop a podium. There was a fairly large crowd gathered around and—to Kevin’s surprise—most of the faces were actually wearing smiles. Between what the barmaid at The Long Rest had said and what he’d read about some of the other seasons, he was reasonably sure that most of the people who were actually walking around the city were something like characters at a ren faire.

Their costumes were bone deep and some of them got to wield actual magic, sure, but ultimately they were just people who were playing a role in this fantasy universe. Given how over the top and sexual some of the stuff that went down could be, Kevin had been afraid that everyone around him was trapped or under some kind of ****.

The fact that they looked like they got to kick back and actually enjoy themselves a little was somehow deeply reassuring. It made him reassess the smile on Tess’ face. She genuinely seemed to be enjoying herself, random kisses or not, and he would rather she got the chance to do so whenever possible.

It wasn’t like he objected to kissing pretty women, even if this was his first time kissing one who was almost six and a half feet tall.

“**** by snu snu.”

“What was that?” Tess wasn’t having any difficulty understanding Kevin—the kiss had been long enough to fully charge the Tongues spell, certainly, but he waved the question off.

“Nothing. Hey, do you think this is a good chance to bring out your familiar? I was reading one of the clues, and I think I might know where to find it, but we may need to search a little.”

Kevin suddenly glanced around himself and realized there were several people who had perked up at his words. He wondered what the GP would be used for if one of the non-party searchers found it—extra privileges in the game? Maybe the place went so far as having a working economy, and they were just using this as a chance to buy themselves something nice.

He motioned Tess over, and the woman brought her head down so Kevin could put his lips to her ear. “’Down we gather, glistening round, full and golden, plump and sweet. Anoint us with white goodness and take us in your mouth.”

“Tits?” Tess seemed to have no shame in whispering the word back, even as Kevin realized that hers were pressed into his shoulder. He didn’t want to pull away from the woman and announce his discovery to the rest of the group—though they were starting to disperse, as the announcer had just informed them that it was time to begin.

“Funnel cakes. Or whatever the local equivalent of them is. Fried dough sprinkled with sugar. Basically everywhere invents some version of them, and serves them at fairs.”

“Oh, Kleinur!”

“Sure, probably? Anyway, if we can sniff those out, I bet there’s one of the trinkets hidden around the booth somewhere.”

Tess’ face lit up. She pulled back and flashed him a broad grin. “Let’s do it! Hey, I haven’t used my Familiar Spirit active yet, maybe whatever my familiar is can help us out!”

“I mean, the ranger with their wolf companion and their legendary sense of smell is kind’ve a time-honored tradition for Rangers in fantasy.”

Kevin had his doubts that it would be that simple, but if they never found out what the ability did, Lily would probably just find some way to **** Tess into it. Better to try it out now in somewhat controlled conditions. He didn’t know what the dungeon dives were going to be like, but there shouldn’t be any serious threats at a fair like this.

Without further hesitation, Tess activated Familiar Spirit.